Sunday, September 27, 2009
Marcus' Birthday Tea
I promised Marcus that I would take him to tea for his 9th birthday. We had a pleasant time and stuffed ourselves with Bev's goodies! I'm glad that Marcus likes to go on "dates" with his mama. This is so good for us. Marcus is very strong-willed and we have to keep a tight reign on him. Anytime we can pour something positive in his life, is a good thing. This child thrives on one-on-one attention. That is the way God created him. It is hard to be the second oldest of six children. He is classified as one of the "big" kids, but still has to wait to do things that Josh gets to do because of his age. We sometimes has a lot of conflict because of some of these issues.
During tea we discussed some of the things he would like to do when he grows up. Before he wanted to be an author, but now he is thinking that he wants to be a math teacher. Our neighbor, Loren, is a retired math teacher and has been a mentor to Marcus lately. Loren has taught Marcus so many things, chess, carpentry (I'll share pictures of his table and bench he helped Marcus make) and now how to make train whistles. He is a homeschooler's dream!
Most people wouldn't know it, but Marcus has a real sensitive side. He has a very caring heart, especially for the lost and hurting. Last night, we got into a conflict. At first, I didn't listen to him, but was convicted. I was wrong and told him so. I apologized to him and asked him to forgive me. You could see the pain on his face. He didn't want to forgive me, but knew he needed to. We were able to hug and make up and move on. He is getting frustrated with me, and for good reason. I need to speak less and listen more. I make so many mistakes, but God is good and He forgives me and we are able to move on.
I remember my dad getting angry with me, sometimes even so mad that he would cuss a little. I would be so upset, but he would always come back and apologize. It made such an impression on me. I knew my dad wasn't perfect, I would get so angry with him, but when he apologized he pierced my defenses and I would just cry and we would hold each other. I love my father and we have a very good relationship. Even if we hurt each other's feelings, we can talk about it and things are OK after that. I'm so thankful for that.
I guess what I'm trying to say is this: I hope that even though I blow it and yell at my kids sometimes, I hope that they will remember all the times that they saw me repenting, asking forgiveness and trying to change the behavior.